Losing Control

Where am I?

What am I doing here?

Why am I here?

Whats going on?

I am sitting in a room that I did not choose to be in. I was placed here by the powers at be.. You all kno who they are..

The donors...

the ones who "gave you life" and intend to use it against you until you are Dead And Gone.

Ya them.

Im here because they layed out a path in front of me that I had to follow.. Like a maze.. If I go the wrong way then I get punished. According to them I have to stay on the "right" path in order to make it in life. Whats going on is that I have decided to make my own path, and they dont know how to stop me. Im at that point where I am ready to make my own desicions... whether they be good ones or not. I want to make all the wrong choices knowing that I made them all on my own. Now if that puts me in a grave then so be it. If it lands me in the trunk of some serial killers truck then that was my "fate". Or even if I end up being some multi-billionare.. I want to have the satisfaction of saying I did it on my own.. with no one elses guide.

Now this may seem a bit extreme and I have to admit I am making it something bigger than it really is. But Im just making a point... I ready to fly or fall.. Ive been practicing, I promise... Im ready... Just let me go